Interstellar Adventure: I Let Great Xia’s National Fortune Fly

Zhao Zichuan used the system to get a crystal convex lens from the sand, and when he saw the thick and towering ancient trees, he naturally thought of the water storage container... the bucket.

Bucket is a good thing.

If it is dangerous, you can buckle upside down and hide.

In a suitable landform environment, the 'bucket' may also become a means of transportation.

Another one, Zhao Zichuan is also curious, wanting to see how invincible the system's [Turning Waste into Treasure] is.

Thinking about it, he aimed his nails at the trunk of the towering tree... Within a minute, the towering tree slipped obliquely, revealing a white and flat incision, and it was this incision that caused the 'abnormal' voice.

"Wow, so lucky..." Zhao Zichuan wanted to use 'lucky' to hide the system again.

But looking at the smooth and perfect incision in front of him, he fell into deep thought.

It depends on luck, does anyone believe it?
No one believes it.

The live broadcast room has exploded.

"Lucky ghost, the old man is very bad!"

"Stuck in the world? This is my Daxia's long-lost 'wire-cutting palm'. Have you seen the flat cut?"

"From the 16e population of Daxia, 1000 people were randomly selected, and a master of 'wire-cutting palm' was drawn. Thinking about it, I am terrified...Hurry up and tweet to Trapp, stop coveting Daxia's resources, and be careful of Daxia masters Yujian kills missiles!"

Zhao Zichuan didn't know that the system had been covered by Daxia's splendid civilization.

He thought over and over again, and decided, "We still need to find some tools, and we can't always rely on 'luck', right?"

Soon, Zhao Zichuan was lucky, and picked up stones in the form of 'blade', 'sawtooth' and other tools in the forest.

Channel 411.

"My mother, can I pick this up too?"

"That ax... I suspect that there is an alien civilization in the birthplace of number 411!"

Soon, the title of 'Adventure Channel 411, Suspected Alien Civilization' appeared on the top survival searches, even surpassing 'Bazaar's hips' and 'Death List'.

Zhao Zichuan didn't know that 'Alien Civilization' had taken the blame, and he was still complacent, thinking that his acting skills when picking up things surpassed three small fresh meats.

Zhao Zichuan was somewhat satisfied with hanging all the stone tools on his body.

After all, it was all picked up by oneself through hard work and hard work.

【System, are these tools strong? 】Zhao Zichuan asked.

System: [High-purity compact arrangement, physical properties surpassing 'waste' by [-] times]

Yo, or nanotechnology?
Zhao Zichuan smiled, and also quickly transformed the towering tree trunk that he got "fortunately".

Zhao Zichuan planned to dig out a wooden barrel first, and collect the remaining wood without throwing it away, soak it in pine oil, and make it into kindling.

"Although the forest is dangerous, there are still a lot of survival materials."

After all, Zhao Zichuan is not a local who has watched 23 seasons and witnessed the sacrifice of 220 million people. He is ignorant of the danger of "Hope Star", and his level of precaution is far from enough.

At this moment, seventeen or eighteen 'man-eating baboons' on the treetops are like spectators in the auditorium, watching Zhao Zichuan's barbaric land reclamation.

Viewpoint of the live broadcast room.

"Extreme joy begets sorrow."

"Arrogance will eventually tear up luck and ruin his life"

"It's over, it's over, don't you make a strategy before this survival? If you destroy the man-eating baboon's home, you will be eaten!" Obviously, the scene of a certain player being eaten by a man-eating baboon in a certain season is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Zhao Zichuan didn't know it.

With a stone hammer in one hand and a stone chisel in the other, he has carved out the outline of the 'bucket' from the huge tree trunk.

While digging, Zhao Zichuan asked persistently, 【Jiaojiao, that system has gift packs for beginners, the worst thing is ten consecutive draws, and we don’t have anything for exchange in the mall? 】

【What is Jiaojiao? 】

Zhao Zichuan was overwhelmed with the desire to survive, and immediately explained, [The name means hypocrisy...it means proud and cute]

【Aw. 】The system was obviously silent for a moment.

After a while, she replied arrogantly, 【The system in the host's memory is all fabricated by novels, but I am real. 】

[However, I have a recycling bin]

【What? 】

Zhao Zichuan stopped the hammer in his hand, his eyes were filled with anticipation, 【What waste recycling bin, let me take a look. 】

With a thought, a dazzling array of 'waste' came into view, including F-grade, E-grade, D-grade...too many, Zhao Zichuan was tired of looking at ten lines at a glance, and directly turned to the last page of the recycle bin.

Fog noisy...

The Nine Yin Manual, is it a waste product?

Dinghaishenzhen, is it a waste product?

Sss grade biological enhancement liquid, is it a waste product?

[And the Chaotic Golden Lotus? 】Zhao Zichuan was overjoyed when he saw this thing, he blurted out, "Golden lotus is good, I want this golden lotus!"

Audience A: Wow, have you missed a woman in just one day? Lsp?

Audience art: Erbajia's body looks like a crisp, and the golden lotus makes my bones dry. The fellow 411, I also want the golden lotus.

Think, useless.

Can't afford whoring.

After reading "Waste Recycling Bin", Zhao Zichuan realized that there are such sand sculptures as "Waste Chai Dian", which is Ruanmei Coin.

Jinlian, it costs a whole 800e worth of waste!
Zhao Zichuan couldn't help complaining, 【I've used my talent so many times, it's only 13 o'clock, and one golden lotus costs 800e, is it polite? 】

The system said, [The number of waste wood points obtained is closely related to the value generated by recycling, decomposition, and refining. Have you ever seen someone who collects waste paper and gets rich? 】

mp, still hate me?

Zhao Zichuan was upset and lost.

Counting Jiazhen, his useless points can only be exchanged for the most trashy "Basic Physique" of F-level.

Just because of the name, it must be a real waste product.

"Ugh."

As soon as the sigh came out, his shoulders felt hot.

"What?" Zhao Zichuan was suspicious.

When I reached out to touch it, there was stinky cake sticking to my finger, which was extremely disgusting.

Zhao Zichuan hurriedly rubbed his hands on the bark, raised his head and scolded furiously.

"Fuck!"

At this moment, the man-eating baboons, who had had enough of watching the show, leaped down from the trees and surrounded Zhao Zichuan very quickly.

"Hiss!" said the baboon.

Of course, Zhao Zichuan didn't know what this thing was talking about.

Just look at a relatively burly baboon, at least two meters tall, coming in from outside the encirclement.

It licked its teeth, as if it wanted to serve food, and it also seemed to order Zhao Zichuan to lie down obediently and be served.

What?

Drive 'bucket' out?

With the current terrain, it is estimated that it will hit a tree.

Kill with talent?
Who knows if after killing a baboon, other baboons will tear themselves apart.

up a tree?

Then it's playing with a big knife in the crotch, courting death.

Zhao Zichuan tightened the stone hammer in his hand, and looked around nervously, trying to find a hiding place... but there were low bushes and towering old trees all around.

Looking around, there is no hiding place at all!
Zhao Zichuan was sad, but some people were happy.

Channel 411, laughing and laughing.

"I won money! I bought 4w and bet 411 to sacrifice before the baboons appeared!"

"Grass mud horse, I crushed him half a catty of natural flour!"

"It's over. The odds of 411's survival are as high as 1:7. In the eyes of the program crew, 411 is already a corpse."

"Here we come, man-eating baboons close the encirclement and attack No. 411!"

Survival fans have all seen the horror of man-eating baboons. Some people almost predicted Zhao Zichuan's fate and closed their eyes.

There are also some people with bright eyes.

"Quick! Quick!"

"Tear him up and give me his lucky stinky hand!"

"Come on, fart god, kill him!"